Marmalade Cat spends all her time on the bed in The Coupe. In fact I think she thinks that The Coupe has been built just for her. 
She is thinking of taking up a career in modeling.
Marmalade is developing quite the mouth. I think we are going through A Stage. And yes, you are right, previously I thought she was a boy (the vet told me so.. what was I to think)… But really she is a girl.. does this remind you of anything!?
Daisy is still waiting quietly for the milking season to begin. The snow melted somewhat yesterday. So everyone is getting muddier. 
While Sheila went out and splurged on a new pair of boots. (not all the ice is melted)
And the chickens wish they had boots as ALL their ice has melted.
I came home last night after being OUT and driving everyone BACK. And then they were all settled except for me who wanted to be Out again, I grabbed the torch and slushed my way through to the barn and out the other side. And there was Daisy laying outdoors, in the yards. The house was sleeping, the clouds were drooping, the barn-doors leaning, the dogs in moon-sung shadows, the hens huddled watchful. Cluck. Queenie’s heavy breathing. The quiet was like an ebbing sea, a drawn breath, almost there, always there. The moon as silvery as they say. The barn was drifting, unmoored, lost into the sky. Pregnant.
In my going out boots and going out jeans I found Paisley Daisy in the almost full moon, laying in the moons tree shadow. In the cold. I knelt and I laid my head on her warm haunches and then up across her huge hard belly. She hauled in a bellows breath and let it out like gentle wistful candle light. Sleep baby, she said. I will be here in the morning. She said. I wanted to sleep with her. I felt sad with wintryness. Sad from too much life. Sad beyond your ken. Sad that does not mean sad but means lonesome. Like Lone. Like Some. Like Us. Lost in the waiting.
Bed, she said. But I need to close your doors against the night, I thought. You have to go inside. In case the calf comes. Bed, she said. So I did. I went. To bed.
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52 responses to “Walkabout To Bed”
Daisy can be very wise at times 🙂
Paisley Daisy is conservering her energies. She knows there’s work ahead. She’s drawing silver strength from the moonlight and the quiet, and savouring solitude (not lonesomeness) because she knows she’s going to be a busy girl soon.
Better not let Tilly and Marmalade get together 🙂 I wonder if Daisy isn’t waiting till she can have her calf out in the fields? Have a lovely weekend. Laura
Marmalade is gorgeous and very photogenic – boy or girl, Marmalade is a handsome specimen. Oh Daisy, not long now dear, you are doing a stellar job.
Have a beautiful farmy day C.
🙂 Mandy xo
marmalade is a real looker! daisy is patiently waiting for the big moment, as are we all!
No matter how much we plan for where our animals will have their babies and prepare comfortable places for them, they often have their own thoughts about it! I had a beautiful black cat once that I had made a wonderful home under the stairs for her to have her babies. I went up to bed, and up she followed laying on my stomach and purring. I could feel her contractions, so carefully carried her back down stairs to her ‘nest’ and went back to bed. Ten minutes later she is back laying on my stomach again! So I spent the night under the stairs with her as she produced 4 little kittens. I think she just wanted me to be there. Good Luck Daisy, you have a world of people waiting with baited breath for your baby!
Hugs, Lyn
I would love to see a calf’s birth. How exciting! Daisy is doing her own thing for sure. And that Marmalade, oh my what a beauty :*) I am so grateful that our farm babies aren’t due for a few more weeks!
What lovely words, Celi. It brought back memories of Daisy deer giving birth for the first time this past spring. During the night/morning during two back-to-back thunderstorms, she lay atop a hill near a giant cedar nestled in the woods, birthing her fawns. I wanted to be with or near her, and I hoped she would choose a spot I thought was safe, but her babies arrived in the night during magnificent storms. It is all a mystery, not to be understood… but your Daisy knows what she needs.
I love Sheila’s boots! This shorter style boot gives her legs a longer look. And Marmalade is a fabulous model… oh, and the chickens basking out in the sun. Everyone wants to be drenched in the loveliness of the sun’s warmth!
I did not think that ,ginger. cats came in the female version…I was always told only male cats can be ginger, so our Marmalade is unique…well we always knew that anyway…
Come on Daisy today is the day…I want to hear the patter of tiny hoofs
Lulu is female also.. First two i have ever encountered.. c
I had a ginger girl many years ago, and she had ginger girl kittens…I wasn’t irresponsible not having her desexed, she was found in a rubbish bin already pregnant and I took her in, a tiny wee thing she was…….it is unusual though
i understand the sad. i ask my animals for advice during those times.they always gave good advice.
accually just putting things into words help, and solutions then work themselves out
years ago, i had an old border collie,ralph. she was the best listener i ever had
Oh Daisy—we are all here for you!!! Marmalade is such a photogenic cat!!! Love the photos today—even the muddy ones. Rest, C—there is much ahead of you . 🙂
Oh, new life! How exciting! Trust Daisy; she knows what she’s doing.
It sounds like Pollyanna is nowhere to be seen. But Thursday is the first day of spring And my birthday so please hold on until then. I promise you relief from this horror of this winter!
Daisy’s a girl who knows her own mind. Our vet was sure our last cat was a girl, and he opened her up to sterilize her. Hmmm. Nothing there. Oh dear. We called him Audrey after that and the cat’s name was changed as well.
Pictures of Marmalade are adorable. Love Marcel, he’s still smiling.